Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
MDC,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.